Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.